Lahat ng Kabanata ng DENNYJAY: TO TOUCH AN OMEGA: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

DENNY:“Oh God. It shouldn’t be them,” I muttered at the sight of the fast-approaching convoy of black-tinted cars. But even before they stopped, I felt it.The Unions were here.Too late to wonder how they found Jay’s location. Too late to run.“Jaden,” I turned to him, shaking my head, eyes wet with unshed tears. “Do something.”Jay stayed still, his gaze fixed on mine. He didn’t blink, didn’t flinch. Just looked at me…doing nothing.Then, slowly, he raised a hand to my cheek, his lips curling faintly into a smile. I reached out to hold it.But I never made it.Agama yanked me back, and I watched as Jay was dragged down from his car, slammed to the ground and pinned there.~Denny~His voice rang in my head amidst the chaos. I thought I was hallucinating…that I was hearing things.The Unions were busy—pulling chains, straps, restraints I couldn’t recognise from their trunks. All clearly meant for Jay.~Look at me, Denny~His voice sank in louder and clearer. I turned. He was staring

JAY:I had my freedom. But I wasn’t free. I was trapped—caged by my foolishness, selfishness. My pride. I thought only of my status, my title, my Alpha trait. And in choosing that, I destroyed a feeling that had begun to be real. An emotion I knew was no longer a flicker of a moment. An affection I had never felt before.Denny stirred the love vessel in me, yet I threw it away. I gave it up to protect a title I was bound to lose to him anyway. It was a matter of time, Denny, the White Omega, would strip away the very power I was clinging to, render me more useless and lifeless than I was running from.White Omega? Denny?I didn’t believe it at first. Not until the Unions dropped their case against me as if I no longer mattered. The moment the Extractor declared Denny was the White Omega, I became irrelevant.No denial now. I had always known Denny was special. But I thought it was just his heat, his scent—so strong, so intoxicating—it triggered ruts in even the most stable Alphas. I

DENNY:Escaping my father was smoother than escaping the Unions.It was soothing to see him alive. Though wrecked in alcohol and drowning in thoughts, he was still holding onto his life. And that is a fair reason to celebrate.I shouldn’t care too much. My father and I never shared a warm father-son relationship. For him, it had always been about Alpha dominance. We never talked. And when we did, it was only to remind ourselves of West and our claim to it.I returned to the Corato mansion with my piggy bank and everything I needed for Becky’s disguise, ready to walk the day tomorrow. For the first time, I would be launching Becky into the sunlight—into the eyes of those searching for Denny, who wouldn’t recognise him when Becky walked passed them.Morning came. The big transformation came.Just as I slipped into Becky’s persona, something foreign slipped into me. My body quaked violently, more than I could bear. I screamed, screeching and writhing on the floor. This had never happene

DENNY: “Me…me too.” Heard that? That was my only job in Breeden—tossing children into the air and catching them. Trust me, they aren’t seeing my belly. All they care to see is that I do my job well. And as they giggle, my belly responds right along with them. But today, it ended. As I lifted the last boy in line, I froze. A sharp pain coiled through my waist. When it struck my pelvis, I knew it was time. Slowly, with every ounce of patience left in me, I lowered the child to the ground and made for my mother. I had been in control—walking, groaning, enduring. But the moment I saw her, I lost it. My baby charged. Hell broke loose. I screamed. And before I opened my eyes again, I was in a foreign room. The Breedens’ delivery quarters. They guided me to a table, legs lifted and spread. Women surrounded me. One damped my forehead; my sweat was running wide. Another fanned me; I was heating the room. The youngest among them sat beside me, murmuring words I couldn’t understand w

JAY:Months of endless groans and frustration. Weeks of loneliness, losing passion and focus. Days of regret and sadness. Yet nothing changed. I was still the same.My father had sent countless messages, ordering me back to the South. There were businesses to run, projects to oversee, and power to exercise. But none of it interested me anymore. My only interest, my only obsession, was waiting for Denny. He said he would come for me. And when he did, there was only one place he would look: the West. So I remained here. Waiting.But the boredom was unbearable. I had unbelievably survived weeks indoors without going insane, but I was close. I needed to breathe now. I needed something…anything disastrous enough to keep me alive until Denny arrived.And then, the idea came.The Breon Sovereignty over the West had been withdrawn. No one has dared to take over. Fear of the White Omega. The fact that he was still alive and roaming somewhere paralysed everyone. Even my father lost interest in